Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
AZ,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.